Hands, face, space. Curfews. Don\'t drink.Bend your knees. Conform, obey, comply - surrender. British life has become infested by bossiness.Boris Johnson won power as one of life\'s free-wheelers but his first year as PM saw a fever of finger-wagging. The real pandemic? Passive-aggressive ninnying by politicians, scientists and officialdom. From Sage with its graphs to BBC grandees telling us not to sing \'Rule Britannia\', the National Trust with its slavery mania, to calorie counts on menus: why won\'t they leave us alone? Theatre directors beat us over the head with their agitprop.Militant cyclists scream at us from their saddles. Meghan Markle ticks us off for not being more Californian. Bossiness: did it begin when Moses came down from the mountain with his tablets? Cromwell beat Chris Whitty to it by four centuries and banned Christmas. Quentin Letts storms back into hard covers with a vituperative howl against the \'bossocracy\'. They tell us what to do, what to say, how to think. Letts gives them a prolonged, resonant raspberry. Details Hardback 256 pages 147x228mm Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group Author: Quentin Letts